It is probably time that I should've done a while ago.

Believe it or not, but I have the same mobile phone number since grade 7.  Reflecting back, that was some huge chunk of time  because I may have even forgotten the tiny pre-pubescent brat I was back in middle school nor do I even want to think about that rascal. Anywho, it is a matter of fact that I took account of the amount of letting go any fury that needs to rest stiffly in the past, and various things with no desire to even deserving a farewell. There is some light that I am capable of fulfilling myself with the satisfaction I am thirsting with. I need to change my number.  

I am not making a habit to stutter, but I've had the same number for nearly ten years and that’s cray because so many people continuously switch numbers about every 6 months or so (why???) I have my reasons to pair up with this current number,but I slowly developing uncertainty as to the ‘what if’ scenarios since they pop up the living shit out of me from time to time. 

I had faith that those who've hurt me in consecutive times that may do the kindest move, like apologize for the actions he/she may have caused me into a very cynical introvert? Another scenario starts off by a random text from an ex-friend wanting to patch things up and mend a friendship, swearing that we will become really close friends until it will either one of us to chill with Jesus.  (I doubt it because I grew up without having a lot of friends by my side). All of this rationality is making my mind twirl through heavy spasms and I let the anticipation subside itself since I knew it was not going to happen because why? I heard from nobody during the entire time gap and I'm wasting my useless seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years to no one wanting to reach out. 

I also handed my number to random guys whom I would just meet in the open and obviously they are typically the first to ask for a chick's digits. Well this girl is stupid enough because it can be counted as a pathetic move since these creepers text non-consecutively and suffocating you with text messages that make your eyes burn since you do not want to lurk your eyes on the message. Stupid enough that I didn't say no. Just leave me alone because I’m not obviously not interested in you if you are bombarding messages every hour and no response ever chimed in. Geez. 

This time period left me without a choice, but to leave me wasting moments for these silly non-existent scenarios.  I think I could do better and maybe changing my number could be the best for me.Who knows? I may have my own issues unresolved to this day, but this is one of the beginnings of letting go. I would rather think if I do decide to switch over to a new number, I’m only making it exclusive as I could get. Unless some random guy gets my digits when I am totally intoxicated at a fraternity drunken’ party. Teehee